people
frozen up on the mountain,
their brightly
colored windbreakers
dotting
the landscape
as they lie,
dead
and covered in ice,
in the crevices of the airless
cold terrain,
i think to myself, why,
as i hold onto
the rail
of the escalator,
what's the attraction
of climbing way
up there?
beats me, i think as i
carefully step off
the sliding
metal grates pulling me
up to the second
floor. men's department.
i lift
my feet so as not to
get my laces
caught.
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